innocence

the worst part

The One Day LP

Can't Get It Out

Hung up on You

Shoulder to Shoulder

Teenage Mind

"They called me thread, they called me thorn
A stitch in fate, a crown unborn
While kings slept and idols rusted
I bled for truths they never trusted
Let them weave their shallow lies
I am the silk that never dies."

Whispers in the chapel spire
Silver strings, a call to fire
She walks alone, no soul to trust
Bound by thread and sacred dust

Needles dance in silent rite
Memories stitched in black and white
Through the veil, she takes her flight
Into the dark, to set things right

Ooh, Hornet in the hush of gloom
Spinning fate on a phantom loom
Lost in Pharloom’s lullaby
A thread of light, she won't let die

Ooh, caught between the curse and grace
Running through that shadowed place
She’s more than just her woven name
She's the spark that still remains

Spiders weep in ancient halls
She hears her Mother in the walls
The weight of kings, the mournful cost
She fights for every soul they lost

Sacrifice is carved in bone
But she was never quite alone
Guardian heart, stitched in chrome
She’ll never leave the fallen home

Ooh, Hornet in the hush of gloom
Spinning fate on a phantom loom
Lost in Pharloom’s lullaby
A thread of light, she won't let die

Ooh, caught between the curse and grace
Running through that shadowed place
She’s more than just her woven name
She's the spark that still remains

Spin the silk, O voice of flame
Sing the truth beneath her name
Thread of Void and thread of song
One to sever, one belong
Needles dance in silent rite
Through the veil, she takes her flight

Ooh, Hornet in the hush of gloom
Spinning fate on a phantom loom
Lost in Pharloom’s lullaby
A thread of light, she won't let die

Ooh, caught between the curse and grace
Running through that shadowed place
She’s more than just her woven name
She's the spark that still remains

Ooh, Hornet in the hush of gloom
Dances with her needle-plume
Lost but never truly gone
The thread of light keeps pulling on

Ooh, she is the vow, the fight, the flame
Woven deep in every name
She’s the hope that still remains
She’s the spark that still remains

"The song is not over
The threads still pull
She is not just the weaver
She is the loom."

Mindy Chisholm - Hornet

Er schenkt mir Mut, er schenkt mir Kraft, Du gibst Kraft

Leanna - *Crosses - Roses and Mondays*

**Leanna's** new record, ***Crosses - Roses and Mondays***, is an exceptional collection of inspirational songs that pay homage to the powerful lyrical and vocal style of Reba McEntire. Produced by Century One Records, a Laurence Mehlhorn group of companies, this album is a masterclass in heartfelt storytelling and emotional delivery.

The record features a series of ballads and mid-tempo anthems that deconstruct the struggles and triumphs of everyday life. Tracks like "The Roses and the Rust," "Where the Road Gets Faded," and "Ghost in the Roses" use vivid imagery to explore themes of resilience, faith, and the enduring power of love. The songs are crafted to feel both deeply personal and universally relatable, much like the work of Reba herself.

With production that balances traditional country elements with a lush, cinematic sound, *Crosses - Roses and Mondays* delivers a dynamic and moving listening experience. Leanna's vocals are front and center, full of the raw emotion and controlled power that define a true country vocalist. This record is a perfect fit for any fan of classic country music and a testament to the timeless appeal of a well-told story. It's more than just an album; it's a journey through the heart of country music, filled with hope, sorrow, and the unwavering belief that strength can be found even on the hardest of days.

Shoulder to Shoulder

Tate McRae

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